Alright, twelfth chapter! Yay! This one should be longer, hope you love it!

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Stealthwolfe- Of course it has to be mysterious! It must and it will be! And Evia being a ghost? Really? That's actually not a bad idea... but I don't think she's a ghost. Still, cool thought.

Disclaimer- Erin Hunter wrote Warriors and owns it. I just happen to love it and want to write a fanfiction.

Jaypaw's POV:

Everything was so unsteady, and it felt as if my head would split open the moment I woke up. "Foxdung," I softly hissed out of pure frustration, stumbling out of my mossy den and shaking my fur restlessly. It was still dark out, the chill told me that much, but it didn't stop my impatience. Why couldn't I just fall asleep?

Oh, that's right.

Because even when my sightless eyes were blanketed by heavy eyelids, my brain knew what I wanted. And one thing that wasn't on my 'Want List' was dreaming. Because I knew I would dream of things I wished to forget. Besides, nothing in my dreams made sense anymore. Sometimes the messages were just so obvious. I mean, the message about Blossomkit was just so simple, but maybe StarClan didn't want to give me a head-ache before the real work began. For once I was thankful for them, if that was the case. The way my skull was splitting now was almost unbearable.

Eventually I went outside and tilted my head upward. Don't call me an idiot. StarClan was beyond what I saw in the physical world, but imagining their shining presence as tiny stars wasn't too far off from what they must look like in reality. Picturing a bunch of sparkling silver specks wasn't hard, either.

All the while, as I allowed the image of their presence to fill my mind, a silent question ran through my mind.

Were they still fighting the cruel cats?

I shrugged. Maybe. Maybe not. All the same, the thought of the evil cats would only make sleeping harder. I could've clawed myself. That was exactly what I needed. Hissing, I crouched outside the medicine cat den, tail flicking impatiently. Hopefully mourning would come soon. No matter how tired I'd be, it'd be better than sitting around doing nothing. Something had to be done about my boredom.

When morning did come, I awoke. Pure shock filled my very being. I had fallen asleep?

No. I couldn't have. I didn't have any nightmares. No bush! No eyes or voices or fire! A soft sigh escaped me as I got to my paws. I had awoken on my own, and according to the little activity, it seemed I had awoken early. I guess I wasn't as tired as I thought.

"Jaypaw!" a she-cat's voice called out. I pricked my ears, through all the irritation, to see who it was. My guess was Whitewing. I turned towards the nursery and walked over, calmly and slowly.

"Whitewing?" I asked evenly.

"Have you seen Leafpool?" Whitewing's mew was lined with worry. My eyes narrowed. What was going on?

Uh... I scented the air and turned my head towards the den. No... Leafpool... Scent... Foxdung! I shook my head. "No. What do you need?" I was interested now.

Whitewing inhaled deeply, but it was ragged. What was ... "I think they're coming." happening? Wait... Did she just say they were coming?

I wanted to ask who, but that was a silly question. "The kits? Are you sure, Whitewing? Are you okay?" I asked, worried now. I had only helped delivered kits once before, but Leafpool did all the work. I just sort of watched and gave her herbs... Not very helpful...

Whitewing gave a groan in response. I take that as a yes. I scented the air. Okay, there weren't many apprentices available. "Rosepaw!" I yowled. She was a young apprentice. She could run fast, right? I didn't care how new she was.

I heard two sets of pawsteps. "What do you want with my apprentice?" a grouchy tom asked. Spiderleg. Sheesh. I was pretty sure he had never had an apprentice before, but still. Being grouchy was my job.

"I'm sorry that I wanted Rosepaw to find Leafpool while I help Whitewing," I hissed curtly, whirling around.

"Whitewing? What's wrong with her?" Spiderleg asked, curiousity and an edge of worry in his voice. Warriors. One thing that I would never envy. They were so clueless sometimes.

My tail lashed. "Her kits are coming. Now get your apprentice to find Leafpool!"

"Rosepaw. Do as he says!" Spiderleg hissed. I walked over to Whitewing and began prodding the delicate skin protecting her kits beneath all that fur. "What can I do?" Great StarClan, I hated toms when queens were giving birth. They were all edgy. I wasn't going to let her die or anything. Who did that anyway?

"What's going on?"

Oh, that's right. Graystripe's mate Silverstream. Cinderpaw had let her slip away... I shook my head and gestured for Graystripe to go. "Come see Millie later."

I shook my head out of stubborness. Whitewing wasn't going to die because of me. "Whitewing's kits. Spiderleg, go get me some poppy seeds and cobwebs," I instructed.

"Poppy?"

"Yeah. They're tiny, and they're round, and they're seeds," I spat, shooing him away to urge Whitewing into the nursery. I could feel everyone's anxious gaze on me. "Go back to your duties if you know what's good for ya!" They all muttered under their breath, but I heard them go. Good. Interference was something that kitting didn't need. Eventually I got Whitewing into the nursery, where I positioned her like I remember, gently on one side with legs splayed. Whitewing moaned.

I could do this. I was a medicine cat no matter what my name suggested. I could do this.

Spiderleg was back with the poppy seeds and cobwebs. "Give the cobwebs to Daisy. I'll save them for later. I'll keep the seeds," I told him. I heard seeds roll, and my paw acted on instict, catching them gently beneath my pad. "Go Spiderleg!"

"But..."

"Go! You warriors are no help at all! Leave it!" I hissed. I was pretty sure he left, and so gave another hiss in frustration. Whitewing let out a yowl in pain. "Whitewing... Whitewing."

She wasn't listening.

I put my muzzle next to her ear. "Whitewing," I cooed. "Whose the kits father?"

Whitewing whined, and that's all I got. I retreated. "Daisy?"

"A queen may keep the father a secret if she wishes. We mustn't force the poor thing into telling us. You, Millie, and I, as well as Leafpool once Rosepaw brings her back, will be her support," Daisy meowed confidently. I sensed the pride in her voice by mentioning Rosepaw's name. Oh please! She was just fetching a cat! And besides that, Daisy was a kittypet, and Rosepaw had little of Daisy in her besides the fact that she was a she-cat. If she was anymore like Daisy, Rosepaw wouldn't be an apprentice, would she?

I rolled my sightless eyes and urged Whitewing to keep going. I could sense a sudden ripple of pain go through her. A spasm!

It was a start.

But where was Leafpool?

Shaking my head, I kept my paw gently on Whitewing's swollen belly, waiting for the next spasm. I remembered faintly when Leafpool showed me the spasms at first, with Millie. It was so powerful. I could practically sense the pain, and even imagining it made me flinch.

"Jaypaw? Is Whitewing..."

But I wouldn't the tom finish his sentence. Irritation and frustration clawed at my belly. "Dustpelt! What in StarClan's name are you doing here? Is Ferncloud carrying your kits again? Honestly, you two and your kits make up half the Clan! I'm surprised Ferncloud has any milk left!" I retorted, thoroughly furious to the extent by his interruption. This was already complicated. "Get out of here!"

Dustpelt was offended, that much was obvious by the strong waves of anger flowing off his pelt, but I was the one who was seething. He was going to snap back, but I interrupted again. "What did I just say? Dustpelt! You aren't needed nor wanted here! Wanna be useful? Hmm? Go away and disappear, got it? Leave Whitewing be," I instructed. "Tell you what. Once she gives birth, then you can come back and bother me. Now go do whatever you lazy old toms do before I claw your ears off!" I meant it to. Being a blind medicine cat did not matter at this point.

Daisy took that as her cue to quietly usher a stiff and stunned Dustpelt out of the nursery and block the entrance so there was no more interference. "Thank you Daisy," I meowed, trying to douse my anger so I could help Whitewing. Daisy just gave a hmph! and muttered something about stupid toms that didn't understand. For once I felt gratitude towards the she-cat.

Whitewing was breathing heavily, after just suffering two more spasms. "Jaypaw, you didn't have to be so..." Another spasm made her pause. Then she continued. "Rude to Dustpelt," she finished.

I shook my head. "All he's doing is getting in the way. Come now, Whitewing. It doesn't matter who the father is, he'll want you and your kits alive and healthy," I soothed as I ended up forcing my emotions away.

"When do I... start... pushing?" Whitewing panted.

"Wait..."

A strong spasm wracked Whitewing's body, and she gave a yowl that everyone in camp could hear, and maybe all the prey around it. It was a good thing there were no other visitors. Whitewing deserved some privacy.

"Now, Whitewing," I instructed, keeping my voice even. "It's time for them to arrive."

Unfortunatly, even as Whitewing started pushing, Millie woke up.

And for once, it wasn't a good thing.

Millie was staring at Whitewing, and I could feel sympathy flowing through her, and I froze as a flash of Millie giving birth ran through me. I was laying around the ground, but the weird thing was I saw myself pressing a paw to my belly, and then I felt an awful spasm travel through my body, and I yowled in pain.

I blinked out of my trance. I never want to be a she-cat. That was for sure.

"It'll be okay, Whitewing," Millie murmured. "Maybe we should get the toms to do something useful and watch the kits so they don't wake up the newborns."

I could hear Millie getting up to wake up her three kits, but she froze.

I did too.

A presence was missing, a glowing spirit was gone.

We both inhaled, panicking, at the same time.

"Blossomkit!" we both gasped in unison.

That got Graystripe's attention.

Panic was coming off of all the cats pelts, at least, all that were in the nursery and knew what was happening.

"Millie?"

"Blossomkit's gone! And Whitewing's kitting! Graystripe! Take Bumblekit and Briarkit. Get a few other cats. We have to find Blossomkit!" Millie squealed, and I couldn't blame her reaction. She had good reason for it. (Unlike a certain annoying, creamy she-cat who came from a barn... Cough cough.)

Still, why was Millie worried? It's not like they ever noticed their smallest kit anyway.

"Don't worry Millie. We'll find her," Graystripe reassured her, running out of the nursery and calling out names.

I gave a sigh and shook. "Dont' worry, Whitewing. Keep going. You're doing great. We're here for you," I muttered gently to her.

"But Blossomkit..."

Millie shouldered her way past Daisy and joined us. "Graystripe will find our daughter. And if he doesn't, I'll go by myself, but not until you've kitted," Millie mewed, determined. "Remember to breathe evenly. It helps." Whitewing gasped, but attempted to even out her breathing.

I was more thankful for Millie then ever. Even if she kept her kittypet name, it didn't matter. She was still determined, and more helpful then Daisy ever was.

"Thank you," I whispered softly to her. Millie just flicked my ears with her tail and went back to helping me encourage Whitewing.

This wasn't so hard now... I guess...

But Blossomkit was still out there.

Evia's POV:

Nothing was more unnerving then walking through the territory with my paws guiding me instead of my mind. It was unnatural. I told myself to go right, my paws took my left, and vice versa. It scared me, and I was wondering if someone had switched my paws while I was sleeping.

Sounds like something Quay would do... If he could, that is.

I shook my head so Quay's name left my mind, and continued walking the invisible path.

Eventually, I realized I was heading towards a mass of cats, at least, that's what my senses told me. They reeked, that was for sure, and smelled of darkness, betrayal. I flicked my ears, noting this. Sounded a lot like me. Curiousity took over, and I slowly snuck down towards the "camp", where the cats seemed to be living. I could hear their voices coming out of the entrance, some cruel and some questioning. None sounded too kind.

The guard didn't see me, because I had taken a precuation and positioned myself downwind before heading towards them. If the wind switched on me, I was unsure as to what I would do, but I'd figure that out later. "Almost as dark as the Travelers, but they seem to be more organized," I murmured under my breath, quietly putting a white paw forward, then another.

Something behind me cracked, and I whirled frantically, in a panic. It hadn't been me. I was standing on a bunch of leaves.

Then I noticed a stick, or half of one, lying a few tail-lengths behind me, covered in pine needles.

"Kittypet..."

My head snapped forward.

Foxdung!

There's chapter twelve. I hope you enjoyed it! I was going to put up a poll for who Blossomkit's mentor should be, but I think it should be a surprise. I have one in mind, now

Also, there was a Ready or Not chapter. That chapter has been edited. I've decided to keep the cats whose POVs are used limited. Roary will not be one of them, and has been changed to Quay's POV. Sorry about the confusion. There you go. It's not a major change, I'm just saying.

Just wait. I have no intention of changing what happens in the next chapter. I'm warning you, it'll be fun for me. I don't know how you'll take it, but I'll look forward to it.

Hope you liked the cliffy! (I'm making so many of those lately, isn't it annoying? Oh well. I don't know if they'll end anytime soon.)

Please review! I love you guys!

Ezzy